Hunting the Widow

I buried my husband three years ago and built a hotel group out of what he left behind. I don't do favors. I don't do men. I definitely don't do motorcycle clubs. Then a rival crew took my niece, and the Iron Kings were the only people at the table. Their president, Wire Delacroix, has every reason to want the Vitale name six feet under. His father died by my husband's hand. Instead he offered me a deal: marry him on paper, make the Kings family, and he'd bring my niece home safe. I said yes. I said yes because I had nothing left to lose. Then he took a bullet protecting her, and I drove him bleeding through three counties to a cabin nobody knew about, and I spent three weeks learning that the man I married on paper is the only person who's ever been honest with me. Now the rival crew wants a war. They're going to get one — from both of us.